Dad, You're Fired!

I composed another reply and timed it to send when I knew we'd be eating. I wrote, "No, and if you don't start tonight, the videos will be released tomorrow. Scene list attached."

Halfway through dinner, we heard his phone chirp, signaling the receipt of my message. He quickly read it, excused himself giving the reason he couldn't stomach the food anymore and retired to his office.

I didn't bother going back to my room to look for an email. I wasn't going to drag this out. An hour later Dad came out to the living room, looking like he had a few more shots of scotch than usual. He sat down to talk to us, which was unusual for him to converse with his family.

At least he had fabricated a good story. He began with, "People, we have a huge problem we're going to have to deal with. We acquired a company last year using some questionable tactics. In the process, the owner was stripped of everything and we pretty much destroyed his life. He solely blames me and has some proof that might hold up in court that could portray me in an unfavorable viewpoint."

Both Mom and I sat still listening to his story, not dare commenting on anything. We learned not to do that long ago.

He continued with, "The bottom line is he could destroy me and financially wipe me out. We'd have no home or any money. I don't know how we'd survive. The only good thing is he doesn't want money. He only wants to see me in pain. He evidently has seen how much I care for my family so he wants me to hurt my family, which in turn would hurt me."

I bravely spoke up, "He wants to hurt us? This sounds like you should go the the police for protection."

That bolstered him as he could put me in my place. He spat out, "No boy, you idiot. That's not how grownups deal with these kinds of problems. Don't worry wimp, you won't get an owie. We have to do what he requests or we'll be financially ruined. I can't allow it to happen to our family. I have to protect us."

I almost laughed out loud, but meekly nodded my head as if he'd won the argument. He continued in a demanding tone as he spoke. The liquor had made him a man again, that and verbally beating up his idiot son. He explained to us how the blackmailer wants a mother-son sex video of his wife and son and it doesn't have to be hardcore, just some scene acting, which will be enough to cause pain to my poor dad because he loves his family so much.

Unbelievably mom spoke up this time with, "Mother-son sex is incest, which is criminal. Can't you pay him off or buy him some videos."

His face got redder than I thought possible. Not only had his son interrupted him , but now his shitty cook wife dare speak up. I could tell he had made up his mind now. This was going to be done whether the blackmailer demanded it or not because we tried to stop it.

He calmed down letting the blood drain back down to his fat neck, then said, "Beverly, what part of softcore don't you understand? It's only a few scenes of skin and fake affection. You should be good at that, you've been been showing me fake affection since the boy was conceived. We're going to do this and we're going to start now. No more lip out of either of you."

We both nodded and waited for his instructions. The scene list I had sent to him was short as I didn't want him to think it was over the top. He had mom change into a shorter skirt, the short one she wore for me and a tight blouse. She still had on a bra but still looked sexy. He told me to go get some running shorts on. He filmed us while she paraded around the house and I was instructed to steal glances at her legs when she'd bend over to pick something up.

This was working out so good. I didn't have to hide my peeking anymore. Then he had us accidentally bump into each other while doing routine chores around the house . He also had us hug several times at the door as if she was seeing me off or welcoming me home from school.

Then we moved to the couch to watch TV. She was sitting by me with our legs touching each other. I don't know if she noticed the goosebumps but I figured it better for her to notice those than the rock-hard prick straining to get out of my shorts. I kept bunching up the material so Dad wouldn't get a glimpse of it.

He then instructed her to act tired, curl her legs up and rest her head on my shoulder, accidentally touching my leg with her hand. I'm sure she felt the bumps. It was such a nice feeling when Mom touched and caressed my hairy leg for the first time. She was gentle when she stroked my thigh.

Much too soon, Dad told us to get up and do the last scene. This was one I was worried about. Mom was smart enough that she might suspect something.

Dad instructed me to my room and told me take off my shorts and get in my bed and act like I was asleep. I was only to have a sheet over me. I'm sure I saw a small smirk on mom's face. I wondered what she was thinking. After I left to go to my room, I heard them going to their bedroom. I couldn't hear anymore but I'm sure he was instructing her what to wear.

Mom came in with Dad following with his phone camera recording our movements and actions. Mom had on a short bathrobe this time and though I was supposed to be asleep I was staring at those legs again through slits. I'm sure the sheet tent got higher, but nothing was said.

Mom stood at the edge of the bed and smiled as Dad filmed the act of a mom checking out her sleeping son. She then stroked my shoulder to wake me up. She leaned over allowing her robe to part and I looked down to see the insides of her bare breasts. This was not in my script so mom had improvised much to my prick's approval.

As soon as I feigned waking up, Dad told us we were finished with the list. He turned and went to his office to send tonight's video. Mom smiled, turned and left to go to her room. I soon got the email from Dad and the video wasn't great, but I didn't care. I came two times that night, from the memories of interacting with mom.

The next morning Mom didn't mention the previous night or anything pertaining to the filming. We talked as normal and I went to work. I had composed an email to Dad last night and had it sent at a different time of day today. It was simple and to the point.

"Not bad for the first night. Your son and wife looked nervous though. Not exactly a loving mother-son relationship that I'm looking for. I want them to be more comfortable with each other. You should have them practice while you're not there so they don't look so stiff doing their acting. Attached is the scene list. You'll need to re-tape the scenes I sent before."

I got home late afternoon and mom and I worked on the project list again. Once again, mom changed into conservative clothes before Dad arrived. We ate, he retired to his office, probably to suck down some more liquid bravery. He came out later and told us, "I don't think you did a good acting performance last night and you could jeopardize everything I've worked for all these years. You need to act more professional and from this point forward you need to practice the scenes while I'm not here so you do better. Beverly, you need to act more like a loving mother than the old hag you are."

We meekly nodded, knowing it'd do no good to argue. We changed to the same outfits as last night. We repeated the scenes, but we acted more passionate. On one of the hugging scenes, I ran my hand down to my mom's ass outside her dress and squeezed her firm round ass cheek. I also kissed her several times on the neck. Dad didn't say anything and kept filming thinking we were trying to improve.

During the bed scene, I moved the sheet over to expose my leg as I had done previously with mom. The side of my ball sack was visible this time, but only from where mom was standing as Dad was filming on the other side. Instead of shaking my shoulder to wake me up, she put her hand on my thigh and stroked up and down. When I woke up, she leaned down and lightly kissed me on the lips.

The couch scene was revised with mom coming out in a nighty to sit by me. She was clearly bra-less and her proud breasts were covered by the thin blue nighty but visible enough to see how her perky breasts stood high on her chest. There was no sagging and I knew I was going to have to suck on those luscious breasts no matter how this went, just not that night.

She then curled up as before resting her head on my shoulder feigning sleep. As she leaned into me, her nighty top pulled out and I openly stared down. My eyes traveled to the tops of her exquisite breasts to where her nipples were pushing out the material. I could see part of her dark brown aureola but not the nipple. It was enough to cause my prick to harden.

Dad was still filming as I was stealing glances at her breasts. Following the script I stroked her arm to wake her up. After she acted like she was awake, Dad left for the office. Mom got up to leave and her hand came down on my leg to get leverage to get up. Partway up, her hand slipped over to my hard-on and pushed down on it to finish getting up, her face not showing any sign she was feeling her son's hard prick.

I watched TV in a daze reliving the night's events. I was in heaven. Every time I looked at Mom I desired her more and more. Did she intentionally feel my prick or was it a mistake? I couldn't figure her out, but the way Dad has controlled her all these years, I can imagine the turmoil she's feeling.

Dad came out later to go to bed and as he passed by me he said, "Remember boy, you two need to practice to get better. Don't muck this up for me like you have everything else."

I went to my room, saw the email, but didn't download the videos. They couldn't compare with the memories of her touching me. It took several hours of fantasy fucking to finally get some sleep. I woke up to mom shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see her in the short bathrobe. She leaned down and quickly kissed me and said good morning. I looked puzzled and she said, "Remember what your father said. We need to practice our scenes. Get up and come get breakfast."

I watched her leave the room staring at the backs of her long legs while she was leaving. I threw on my shorts and went out for breakfast. We ate, then she hugged me, wishing me a happy day. It was a good day at work thinking about our play-acting. I couldn't wait for tonight.

I stepped it up with my email message to Dad today. I wrote, "The acting is excellent now. You can proceed to more advanced scenes. Some of these new ones involve your son caressing your wife's breasts. Softcore filming involves breast touching and for that matter the mother should be enthusiastic to fondle her son too. The better the scenes, the sooner this will be over. Improvise when you feel appropriate. The hotter the scenes, the quicker this will be done and the sooner you can go back to fucking your sluts."

When I got home in the afternoon, mom was looking sexy as usual, hugging me tight, pressing her bra-less breasts into me as hard as she could. I reciprocated groping her ass and kissing her neck. While we were holding each other I looked into her eyes. Our love for each other was evident. I leaned down and kissed her fully on the mouth. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue on her lips. She in turn opened her mouth and met my tongue with hers.

We french kissed for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes. When I released her, our eyes connected again, and I told her, "I love you Mom. You have to know I would never do anything that would hurt you. If you want to stop what we're doing, tell me. We'll find another way out of this."

She gave me her smile that always melts my heart and said, "I love you too Jimmy. We need to continue what your father says. I have nowhere to go and I want to protect you as I always have."

It was true. She has always protected me from Dad. From sneaking money to me, lying for me, helping me with anything I needed, she was there. She had always been there and I love her for that.

I then had a thought how this could proceed. "Mom, since we need to practice and we probably only have time to do one scene before Dad comes home, which one do you think we should work on."

All the scenes were fun for me so I gave her the option. She picked the couch scene, which of course was one of my favorites. It was the first time I could see most of her breasts and the first time she put her hand on my prick.

I wore silk shorts this time with no underwear. My bulge would be very evident. She came out in a pink see-through nighty. She was bra-less, and the bottom came up so high most of her firm thighs were exposed. We sat close together holding each other stroking each other's arms. Then she followed the script and stated she was tired. She curled her legs up and leaned into me resting her head on my chest instead of my shoulder. I couldn't see her face but knew she was staring directly at my bulge struggling to pop out of my silk shorts.

Her nighty was looser and when she leaned into me, the top pulled out far enough away to expose her entire breasts with her blood engorged nipples popping out from the center of her dark brown aureoles. They were the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen. My bulge was getting bigger. I was stroking her arm when she placed her hand on my thigh caressing up and down.

I was ready to move my hand down her nighty to fondle those luscious breasts when I heard Dad's car pull in the garage. She raised her head, smiling and kissed me on the lips pressing her tongue in my mouth. As she pulled away, she reached over to my bulge and wrapped her hand around my silk clad prick. She squeezed as hard as she could and ran it over the head. I almost shot off right there. She got up and went to her room. I went to my room to relieve myself before I spurted all over the carpet.

I threw on a new pair of shorts and went down to eat. Mom had changed to a less revealing robe, but still sexy as ever. Dad looked nervous like he had bad news to give us, but didn't say anything. Instead of going to his office to swill down some liquor he told us, "Tonight some of the scenes might make one or both of you uncomfortable. Remember, my reputation is at stake and I expect both of you to perform adequately. I'm going to go over the scenes with each of you privately so it'll look more natural when performing."

I wasn't sure what he had planned. When he talked to me, he explained the scenes to me. He had taken my advice in the email and had improvised. Not only was I going to feel mom's breasts tonight, he told me to suck on them and I had better be enthusiastic. He told me he expects this commitment be finalized soon so we should step up our game. He told me we needed to converse more out loud to make it obvious we are a son and mother in love. I nodded and told him I understood.

After he talked to each of each, we started to act out the scripts. Dad told us we were only going to do a few scenes tonight and hopefully this would be the last night.

The first scene was of me sleeping in bed again with the sheet exposing my leg. Mom came in and I saw her stop and look at me. I don't know what Dad had instructed her to do so the anticipation was killing me. She was wearing a two piece nighty. The silky skirt barely came below her panties and the top was pushed out with her bare perky breasts exposing her smooth midriff.

She gracefully swayed over to the side of the bed and when she would normally reach down to shake me awake, she took hold of the edge of the sheet and pulled it over to expose my hard prick pointing straight up my body and my bloated balls on display. She deeply inhaled and continued to stare at it. She then placed her hand on my leg and started to stroke it. She leaned down to whisper good morning to me and gave me a kiss. I opened my eyes as her mouth closed on mine and we were soon passionately kissing, obviously not like a normal mother and son.

I followed my script and raised my hands to her midriff. Her skin was hot and I could feel her ribs. Her breathing was short and fast. I slowly ran my hands up her firm hot stomach under her nighty. I kept going until I held her breasts in my hands, gently cradling them savoring the first time I had my hands on Mom's tits.

I moved my hands up to grasp them fully, trapping her nipples between my fingers. I began twisting and kneading them as we were still kissing. Then I felt her hand move over and grab my balls, cupping them, gently squeezing them as I squeezed her breast.

I remembered Dad telling me we needed to make sure it was obvious we were mom and son. We were too silent. Breathing heavily I managed to say, "Oh Mom, that feels so good. My balls are so full of cum. You are so gentle and loving."

Mom picked up on it. "Your hands feel so good on my breasts. Do you like holding your mother's tits? Do you think they're too small?"

I replied, "Oh Mom, they're perfect, so firm and hard. I love the size of them."As I said that, she reached up and grabbed my prick quickly stroking up and down.

She huskily said, "This is firm and hard too. Does your old mother get you in this state, Jimmy? Are you hard for me?"

I didn't answer her. I pressed my mouth back on hers and we tongue fucked each other. As I twisted her nipple, she'd wrap her hand around my sensitive cock head and twist it. We were signaling how to please each other through our actions. I've never felt so bonded to mom.

When we ended our kiss, Dad stated it was enough. We were to proceed to the next scene. I was more than happy to continue as I knew the next scene was hot.

I changed into a short robe. I entered the living room as scripted and mom was lying on the couch wearing a thin robe. It was closed but her nipples could be seen pushing up the material. They were still hard from our last scene.

She was pretending to be asleep. This time I was to sneak up and catch a look at my sleeping mom. I marveled in her beauty wanting to stroke her partially exposed thighs, but that wasn't part of the script. I gently untied her belt and pulled the silky material away from her breasts. The original script had her sleeping until I touched her stomach, but Dad had improvised and was going to have me wake her by sucking on her breasts.

I'm not sure if she was aware of this part of the script change so I didn't know how she'd react. I leaned down and deeply inhaled her wonderful fragrance. I would've been content feeling and squeezing her breasts but orders are orders. I lowered my mouth to her breast and sucked her nipple into my mouth swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. She abruptly opened her eyes at the sudden pleasure she received from her son sucking her breast. She reached up and held my head tight to her breast.

"Oh Jimmy, yes, suck your mother's breasts. That feels so good. It's been so long since you've nursed on me. Oh, your tongue is wonderful."

I raised my other hand up massaging her other breast and nipple. I switched my sucking from one breast to the other giving each equal time. She was rapidly breathing barely able to talk.

My prick was leaking pre-cum and was hard as a rock. I continued to suck on mom's beautiful breasts. Too soon she pulled my head away and pulled me up to kiss her. We passionately kissed while I groped her breasts.

She told me, "Jimmy, that was wonderful. I love the way you sucked on my breasts. You have me so excited and I think you may have a problem too."

As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed my stiff prick under my robe. After a few more kisses, she tells me, "Jimmy, you have pleased me so much, can I look at your prick? I want to see how my baby has grown."

I removed my robe. I straddled her on the couch and she leaned up so we were face to face. We hugged, pressing our hot bodies to each other. She kissed me and reached down and fondled my prick. According to my script we were done so I wasn't sure if I should pull away or not. Dad had given Mom different instructions though.